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FAMINE IN INDIA.
That the monsoon lias broken and
that rain is falling throughout the
stricken district of India does not
mean that the famine is at an end.
The cause of the famine was lack of
rain. The present fall is tjie first the
country has known In twenty-four
months with the exception of the one
which fell on the 20th of
July Hast year. Hence min must now
fall frfr many weeks before the parched
surface will become softened to a
sufficient depth to assure the raising
of a crop. Moreover, millions of head
of cattle, ninety-five per cent, of all
BLIND VICTIMS OF THE FAMINE I~N A POOH HOUSE.
thg cattle, Indeed, have died, for want
of fodder, and fannei'K are tied hand
and foot till Government supplies new
llvo stock to replace tlie old, whose
bones lie scattered over the whole
country.
Therefore desperate distress still ex
ists. Utter desolation is still the lot
of millions. If the Government were
now to withdraw its aid, shut up the
relief works and poor-houses, seven
million homeless, helpless people
would he in imminent danger of s ary
lug.to death. Moreover, since the rain
lias come scones of thousands who
have been saved from death by star
vation are threatened with death by
‘exposure. Blankets and clothing arc
scare; only one person in every thou
sand possessing more than a loin
cloth. Never since the world began
have ten million people, at one time,
been absolutely without a crumb of
their own to eat.
Gilson Willets, the special corre
spondent of Collier's Weekly, writes
as follows about v. hat lie saw in In
dia:
* "The hreadless area c ivers 350,000
square miles, one-third of all India,
lilg as all our New England, Middle
and Southern States, la tills area are
50,000,000 people, one-sixth the entire
population of India, a number equal
to our whole, well-fed family east of
the Mississippi. Ten millions are on
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PAVUNB ORPHANS IN' THK TOOK HOUSE.
tirely destitute, and of these Govern
ment is taking care of 0,500,000 on re
lief works and lu poor-houses.
"As for the mortality—more famine
dcutlis daily thuu the total American
losses lu tho Bpanlsh-Amerieau war;
more deaths weekly than the Boer and
British losses to date In their pres
cut war, and n grand total of famine
deaths, since January 1. equal to
twice the figure at which is placed
the losses ou both sides from all
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DEAD BODIES OF THE STARVED ON FUNERAL FIRES READY FOR BURNING.
causes In the Civil War. In actual
figure* the death Hit amounts to
more than 3000 dally. 100,000 each
month, 700,000 this year.
"Up-country train, pas
sengers so few that each of us had a
carriage to himself. Twenty-five
miles from Bombay vegetation ceased.
Eyes searched the miles vainly for a
single green speck. We had passed
even the last cactus. Blasts of hot
air, as from millions of furnaces, al
most suffocated us, and yet the trees
of the ‘jackal jungle’ bordering the
farms were shorn of leaves, as in a
Canadian winter. Jackals could lx;
seen prowling, trying to hide behind
tree trunks, and we shuddered at the
thought of their ‘daily bread.’ llu-
man skulls and hopes dotting the sun
baked fields told awful stories.
“One hundred miles up the train
crawled into Gujarat,.once the garden,
now the Sahara, of India. The whole
world, level as a prairie, barren as a
desert, was dust-colored. The only
thing of another color was the train.
Even the naked trees were coated
with the dust of the desert. The train
zizagged in nud out between farms
and deserted villages, where there
was no living thing anywhere, not
even a jackal. Yes, a few scampering
monkeys seemed to find fun keeping
SHE REACHED THE RELIEF CAMP TOO LATE.
pace with the train. Huge, almost
ape-size, they were, and dust-colored,
too.
‘‘Rivers, streams, lakes, pools had
disappeared, reaving beds, like the
fields, parched wastes of etkrth. Water,
except in the few remaining wells,
had vanished from the earth’s sur
face. We were journeying through n
depopulated Hades. Were all the ab
sent ones at work lu the relief camps?
After all, besides the monkeys, we did
occasionally see a stray brown man,
or a stray brown group of families,
,trudging, probably bound for a relief
camp, where they would arrive too
late, so weak, so wasted, that the first
stomnchful of curry would he like a
mortal wound. At stations nearest
these camps the train paused for
water, which was brought by gaunt,
half-dead coolies in buckets from the
nearest cholera-infected well.
“Two hundred miles and two days
from Bombay the train wriggled Into
the big station at Ahmedahad, the city
lu the heart of the desert. Ordinary
population, 100,000; famiuo popula
lntioti, 130,000—the 100,000 living iu
stone houses, normally, anil the 30,000
In straw tents on the relief works out
side the city walls. These were the
people I had come to see. This camp
was the Mecca for all famine victims
within a radius of thirty miles. None
within that area need starve. AH
were welcome. Here they could earn
two nuuas (four cents) a day, which
would buy grain enough to sustain
life. The camp was divided into three
sections; iu the first, -0,000 people
were digging a reservoir half as big
as Central Park; In the second, 7000
were building a narrow-guage rail
road; In the third. SOOO were breaking
stone for roadbed. Two-thirds of the
workera were Women. On the tank
wo'rka the men dug- the colossal pit,
the women carried away tire sand In
baskets on their beads. The great
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WAITING FOR AX ORDER ON THE BUN
NIAH (GRAIN DEALER).
reservoir was f*r tlie reserve storage
of water, thus providing against the
recurrence of famine in the future. In
the stone-breaking section both men
and women broke stone, but women
only were the burden-bearers, carry
ing away the broken stone in baskets
on their heads, each tottering under
her load for a distance of from one to
two miles, till she came to the pile
to which she must add lier share, day
by day. Among the stone-breakers
were nursing mothers, old crones,
yotiiig girl’s. One mother broke stone
with pne hand while with the other
siie held an infant on her lap. Death
claimed the child even while I looked
on, and the native in charge of the
gang of thirty to which the mother be
longed came and tooK the little body
away. She followed It awhile with
animal eyes, then, after pulling her
torn snree closer about her face, re
sumed her task, grasping the hammer
now with lxitli hands.
"Next morning at sunrise we fol
lowed the carts that gathered up the
dead. In a cleared space in the adja
cent jungle we attended the funeral
of sixty-flrc famine victims. The
ashes of a thousand other victims lay
in white, smoking heaps. On top of
these ash-heaps low-caste men piled
logs—four such piles. Atop the logs
were thrown the sixty-five bodies, the
morning’s harvest. On the bodies
more logs were thrown, till only a foot
here, a head there, protruded. Then
the four piles were set afire, and the j
flames of the funeral pyres leaped far
above tho tops of t lie surrounding
trees. Thus is the trace ot' famine
obliterated from the face of India.”
Comliielov IVvs a I’njctilc Mystery.
“I have known streetcar conductors
lo fuss and worry,” said the Psychic
Cuekler, “to call out the names of
streets and carry passengers past
them; to quarrel and give hack talk
as a result. But the other day I met
a marvel among conductors. Me was
on a California avenue car and he
never opened his mouth from tin’ time
he left Bixth avenue until he reached
Arthur street, where 1 go off. Nobody
ever spoke to him or beckoned to him,
so far ns I could see, hut the car
stopped at different places and people
got off. I was puzzled and paid strict
attention, lnlt failed to fathom the
mystery. I wanted to go to Arthur
street, didn't know where it was, save
that it was a good distance out, hut
said nothing to the conductor. Talk
ing didn't seem possible on that ear.
By and by the ear stopped and nobody
girt off. The conductor looked stern
ly at me. I mumbled an apology. I
didn't know why, and gut off at once.
The neighborhood was strange to me,
but the fact remains that 1 got off at
Arthur street. I do not undertake to
explain this thing; I siniply mention
tt.” —Ilttsburg Dispatch.
Kxtennnttnc Circumstance..
The British soldier is a first-class
tigh’.ug man, but his mental attri
butes are not always very high. Nu
merous anecdotes are told of the sim
plicity of his ideas, and the following
is, perhaps, one of the best:
A gunner in one of the campaigns
In Egypt was serving his piece, when
he was surrounded so closely by
Arabs that he had to use his rauMfpr
as a club. He repulsed the cMBy
and saved his gun at the expense of a
broken rammer, and for his bravery
he was selected for the Victoria Cross.
When summoned before the board
of officers, the soldier thought it was
for the breach ot discipline in having
broken the rammer, and, before a
word could tv said, he spoke up and
volunteered a plea of “guilty, with ex
tenuating circumstances.”
There was a broad smile ou the face
of the board, but the soldier got the
Cross.
Slenf Kellm Mattie In Germany.
Preparations are already being made
iu large industrial centres to meet or
ders for Pekin relics, shell splinter
brooches, bullets, Chinese skulls and
‘•match-boxes made from the wood
work of the British Legation"—these
last largely in Germany. Bteges are,
however, becoming rather a drug In
the market.—St. James Gazette.
RE V. DR. TA LMAG E
The Eminent Divine’s Sunday
Discourse.
Sabject: Nation* Are Jndjjed—Ooil Re
wards Puntslie* Them on Kuril*—
God** Juricrment* Likened to tlia Swift
Sweep of a lluzor.
[Copyright ISKmi.l
Washington, D. C.— Dr. Tahnage, in
his journey westward through Europe, has
recently visited scenes of thrilling his
toric events. He sends this sermon, in
which he shows that nations are judged
in this world, and that God rewards them
for their virtues and punishes them for
their crimes. The text is Isaiah vii, 20,
“In the same day shall the Lord shave
with ;t razor that is hired, namely, by
them beyond the river, by the king of
Assyria.”
The Bible is the oldest hook ever writ
ten. There are no similitudes in Ossinn
or the liiad or the Odyssey so daring. Its
imagery sometimes seems on the'verge of
the reckless, but only seems so. The fact
is that God would startle and arouse and
propel men and nations. A tame and
limping similitude would fail to accom
plish the object. While there are times
when He employs in the Bible the gentle
dew, and the morning cloud, and the dove
and the daybreak in the presentation of
truth, vc oiten find the iron chariot, the
lightning, the earthquake, the spray, the
sword and in my text the razor. This
keen bladed instrument has advanced in
usefulness with the ages. In Bible times
and lands the beard remained uncut save
in the seasons of mourning and humilia
tion, but the razor was always a sugges
tive symbol. David said of Doeg, his an
tagonist, ‘‘Thy tonpie is a sharp razor
working deceitfully’*—that is, it protends
to dfar tjie face, but is really used for
deadly incision.
In this striking text this weapon of the
toilet appears under the following cir
cumstances: Judea needed to have some
of rfc prosperities cut off, and God sends
against it three Affsyrian kings—first Sen
nacherib, then Esarhaddon and afterward
Nebuchadnezzar. These three sharp inva
sions that cut doWn the glory of Judea
are computed to so many sweeps of the
razor across the face of the land. And
these devastations were called a hired
razor because God took the kings of As
syria, with whom He had no sympathy, to
do the work, and paid them in palaces
;fnd spoils and annexations. These kings
were hired to esecute the divine behests.
And now the test, which on its first read
ing may have seemed trivial or inapt, is
charged with momentous import. “In the
same day shall the Lord shave with a razor
that is hired, namely, by them beyond
the river, by the king of Assyria.”
Well, if God’s judgments are razors,
we had bettri - be careful how we use
them on other people. In careful sheath
these domestic weapons are put away,
where no one by accident may touch them
and where the hands of children may not
reach them, Such instruments must be
carefully bundled or not handled at all.
But how recklessly some people wiqld the
judgment of God! If a man meets with
business misfortune, how many there are
ready to cry out: “That is a judgment of
God upon him because lie was unscrupu
lous or arrogant or over-reaching or mis
erly. I thought he would get cut down!
What a clean sweep of everything! His
city house and country house gone. His
stables emptied of all the fine bays and
sorrels and grays that used to prance by
his door. All his resources overthrown,
and all that he prided himself on tumbled
into demolition. Good for him!” Stop,
my brother. Don’t sling around too freely
the judgments of God, for they are razors.
Some of the most wicked business men
succeed, and they live and die in pros
perity, and some of the most honest and
conscientious are driven into bankruptcy.
Perhaps the unsuccessful man’s manner
was unfortunate and he was not really as
proud as he looked to be. Some of those
who carry their heads tweet am! look im
perial are humble,as a child, while many
a man in seedy coat and slouch hat and
unblaekened shoes is as proud as Lucifer.
You cannot tell by a man’s look. Per
haps he was not unscrupulous in business,
for there are two sides to every story,-and
everybody tljat accomplishes anything for
himself or others gets industriously lied
about. Perhaps his business misfortune
was not a punishment, but the fatherly
discipline vo prepare him for heaven, and
God may love him far more than He loves
you, who can piny dollar for dollar and arc
put down in the commercial catalogue ns
“Al.” Whom the Lord lovetli He gives
$400,000 and lets die on embroidered pil
lows? No; whom the Lord loveth lie
chastenoih. Better keep your hand off
the land's razors lest they cut and wound
people that do not deserve it. If you
want to shave off some of the bristling
pride of vour own heart, do so, but be
\ory oarelul how you put tho shrf> edge
on others. How 1 do uislike the behavior
of those persons who, when people are
unfortunate, say, “I told you so; getting
punished; served him light.” If those I
told you so’s got their desert they would
long ago have iieen pitched over the bat
tlements. The mote in their neighbor's
eyes, so small that it takes a microscope
to find it, gives them more trouble than
the beam which obscures their own optics.
With air sometimes supercilious and some
times Pharisaical and always blasphemous
they take the razor of divine judgment and
sharpen it on the bone of their own hard
hearts, and then go to work on men
sprawled out at full length under disaster,
cutting mercilessly. They begin by soft
expressions of sympathy and pity, and
half praise and lather the victim all over
before they put on ttie sharp edge.
Let us he careful how we shoot at oth
ers, lest we take down the wrong one,
remembering t lee servant of King William
Rufus who shot at a deer, but the arrow
glanced against a tree and killed the king.
Instead of going out- with shafts to pierce
and razors to cut. we had bettor imitate
the friend of Richard Coeur de Lion.
Richard, in the war of the Crusades, was
captured and imprisoned, hut none of his
friends knew where, so his loyal friend
went around tire land from stronghold to
stronghold and sang at eacli window a
snatch of a song that Richard Ooeur de
Lion had taught him in other days. And
one day coming before a jail where he
suspected his king might be incarcer
ated, he sang two lines of song and imme
diately King Richard responded from his
; ceil with the other two lines, and so his
j whereabouts were discovered, and a sue
r eessful movement was at once made for
! his liberation. Bo let us go up and down
I the world with the music of kind words
i aiid sympathetic hearts, serenading the
! unfortunate and trying to get out of
trouble men who had noble natures, hut
; by unforeseen circumstances have been
: incarcerated, thus liberating kings. More
: hymn-book and less razor.
Especially ought we to be apologetic
and merciful toward those who while they
have great faults have also great virtues,
i Borne people are barren of virtues: no
1 weeds verilv, but no flowers. I must not
I be too much enraged at a nettle along the
j fence if it he in a field containing forty
acres of ripe Michigan wheat. Some time
; ago naturalists told us there was on the
| sun a. spot 20,000 miles long, but from the
brightness and warmth I concluded it was
a good ileal of a sun still. The sun can
afford to have a very large spot upon it,
; though it be 20,000 miles long, and I am
very apologetic for those men who have
grant faults while at the same time they
have magnificent virtnes.
Again, when I read in my text that the
Lord shares with the hired razor of Assy
ria the land of Judea I think myself of
the precision of God's providence. A r
aor swung the tenth part of an inch out
of the right line means either failure or
laceration, hut God’s dealincs never slip,
and they do not miss by the thousandth
part of an ineh the right direction. Peo
ple talk as though things in this world
were at loose ends. Cholera sweeps across
Marseilles and Madrid and Palermo, and
we watch anxiously. Will the epidemic
sweep Europe and America? People say:
“That will entirely depend on whether
the inoculation is a successful experiment;
that will depend entirely on quarantine
regulation; that will depend on the early
or late annearanee of frost; that epidemic
is pitched into the world, and it goes blun
dering across the continents, and it is all
guesswork and all appalling perhaps.” I
think perhaps that God had something to
do with it and that IPs mercy may have
in some wav protected us, that He may
have done as much for us a= the quaran
tine and the health officers. It was right
and a necessity that all caution should be
used, but there have come enough maca
roni from Italy and enough grapes from
tiic south off France and enough rags from
tatterdermalions and hidden in these arti
cles of transportation enough choleraic
germs to have left by this time all the
cities mourning in the cemeteries. I
thank all the doctors and quarantines, but
more than all and first of all and last of
all and all the time I thank God. In all
the 6000 years of the world’s existence
there has not one thing merely “happened
so.” God is not an anarchist, but a King,
a Father.
When little Tad, the son of President
Lincoln, died, all America svmpathized
with the sorrow in the White House. He
used to rush into the room where the
Cabinet was in session and while the most
eminent men of the land were discussing
the questions of national existence. But
the child had no care about those ques
tions. No. God the Father and God the
Son and God the Holy Ghost are in per
petual session in regard to this world
and kindred worlds. Shall you, His child,
rush in to criticise or arraign or condemn
the divine government? No. The cab
inet of the eternal three can govern and
will govern in the wisest and best way,
and there never will be a mistake and.
like razor skillfully swung, shall cut that
which ought to be avoided. Precision to
the very hairbreadth. Earthly time
pieces may go out of order and strike
wrong, saying it is 1 o’clock when it is 2
or 2 when it is 3. God’s clock is always
right, and when it is 1 it strikes 1, and
when it is 12 it strikes 12, and the second
hand is ns accurate as the minute hand.
Further, my text tells us that God
sometimes shaves nations: “In the same
day shall the Lord shave with a razor
that is hired.” With one sharp sweep
He went across .Tudea, and down went its
pride and its power. In IS6I God shared
the American nation. We had allowed to
grow Sabbath desecration and oppression
and blasphemy and fraud- and impurity
and all sorts of turpitude. The South had
its sins and the North had its sins'and
the East its sins and the West its sins.
We had been warned again and again, and
we did not heed. At length the sword of
war cut from the St. Lawrence to the Gulf
and from Atlantic scauoard to Pacific sea
board. The pride of the land, not the
cowards, but the heroes, on both sides
went down. And that which we took for
the sword of war was the Lord razor. In
1862 again it went across the land: in
1863 again: in 1804: again. Then the sharp
instrument was incased and put away.
One would think that our national sym
bol of the eagle might sometimes suggest
another eagle, that which ancient Rome
carried. In the talons of that eagle were
clutched at one time Britain, France,
Spain, Italy, Dalmatia, Rhaetia, Noricum,
Pannonia, Moesia, Dacia, Thrace, Mace
donia. Greece, Asia Minor, Syria, Phoeni
cia, Palestine, Egypt and all northern
Africa and all the islands of the Mediter
ranean—indeed all the world that was
worth having; 120,000,000 of people under
the wings of that one eagle! Where is
she npw? Ask Gibbon, the historian, in
liis prose poem, the “Decline and Fall of
the Roman Empire.” Ask her gigantic
ruins, bemoaning their sadness through
the ages, the screech owl at windows out
of which worldwide conquerors looked.
Ask the day of judgment, when her
crowned debauchees, Commodiis and Per
tinax and Caligula and Diocletian, shall
answer for their infamy. As man and as
nations let us repent and have our trust
in a pardoning God rather than depend
on former successes for immunity. Out
of thirteen of the greatest battles of the
world Napoleon had lost but one before
Waterloo. Pride and destruction often
rode in the same saddle.
But notice once more and more than
all in my text that God -is so kind and
loving that when it is necessary for Him
to cut He has to go to others for the
sharp edged weapon. “In the same day
shall the Lord shave with a razor that is
hired.” God is love. God is pity. God
is help. God is shelter. God is rescue.
There are no sharp edges about Him, no
thrusting points, no instruments of lacera
tion. If you want halm for wounds, He
has that.’ If you want divine salve for
eyesight, He has that. But if there is
sharp and cutting work to do which re
quires a razor, that He hires. God has
nothing about Him that hurts save when
dire necessity demands, and then He has
to go clear off to some one else to get the
instrument. This divine clemency will he
no novelty to those who have pondered
tlie Calvarean massacre, where God sub
merged Himself in human tears and crim
soned Himself from punctured arteries
and let the terrestrial and infernal worlds
maul Him until the chandeliers of the
sky had to be turned out because the uni
verse could not endure the outrage. Illus
trious for love He must have been to take
all that as our substitute, paying out of
His own heart the price of our admission
at the gates of heaven.
King Henry 11. of England crowned his
son as king, and on the day of coronation
put on a servant’s garb and waited, he,
the king, at the son's table, to the aston
ishment ot ail the princes. But we know
of a more wondrous scene, the King of
heaven and earth offering to put on you,
His child, the crown of life and in the
form of a servant waiting on you with
blessing. Extol that love, al! painting, all
sculpture, all music, all architecture, all
worship! In Dresdenian gallery let Ra
phael hold Him up as a child, and in Ant
werp cathedral let Rubens hand Him
down from the cross ns a martyr and Han
del make all his oratorio vibrate around
that one chord —“He was wounded for our
transgressions, bruised for our iniquities.”
But not until all the redeemed got home
and from the countenances in all the gal
leries of the ransomed shall be revealed
the wonders of redemption shall . cither
man or seraph or archangel know the
height and depth and breadth of the love
of God.
At our national capital a monument in
honor of him who did more than any one
to achieve our American independence
was for scores of years in building, and
most of us were discouraged and said it
never would be completed. And how glad
we all were when in the presence of the
highest officials of the nation the work
was done! But will the monument to Him
who died for the eternal liberation of the
human race ever be completed? For ages
the work has been ghing up. Evangelists
and apostles and martyrs have been add
ing to. the heavenly pile, and every one of
the millions of redeemed going up from
earth has made to it contribution of glad
ness. and weight of glory is swung to the
top of other weight of glory, higher and
higher as the whole millenniums roll, sap
phire on the top of jasper, sardonyx on
the top of chalcedonv and chrysoprasus
above topaz, until far beneath shall tie the
walls and towers and domes of our earth
ly capitol, a monument forever and for
ever rising and yet never done: “Unto
Him who has loved us and washed us
from our sins in His own blood and made
us kings and priests forever.” Alleluia,
amen j
1 he Red Haired Lacfy.
Red hair is a gift of the gods. The
Woman to whom this rare endowment
| has brought the accompanying gift of
a fine, close-grained skin and a clear
complexion, with glorious brown eyes,
need ask no odds of any one. Bhe be
longs in the line with the historic beau
: ties of the centuries. Red hair and
blue eyes are a charming combination,.
; but red hair and brown eyes are be—
j yond all things fascinating.
The girl with red hair should avoid
; lavenders, purples, yellow-greens and
I Indeterminate browns and grays. She
! may not wear pink in any of its shades
i but deep ruby red and any of the wine
! tints which omit purple are very be
| coming to her. Black suits her, if it
j be opaque, and so do dark shades of
green,while white is her especial choice
and sets off wonderfully her radiant
style and glowing beauty.
A Flabby Compliment.
The greatest compliment that can tie
paid to a Brazilian lady, it is said, is
to tell her that she grows fatter and
fatter every day.
It is estimated that the world will
consume 11,000,000 bales of American
cotton this year.
The varieties of stamps now current
in the world number 13,811.
Two Canals Binding Atlantic.
It is asserted that the future will see two
canals binding the Atlantic to the Pacific
ooi an. The value of such connection can
not be too highly estimated. It will bring
added prosperity to the nation, as surely as
Hostetter’s .Stomach Bitters brings health to
the dyspeptic. If you cannot get rid of
vour indigestion, constipation, dyspepsia or
biliousness try the Bitters, and never accept
anything in place of it if you wish to get
well.
Oftt*T* Hewrd.
Pntrice—-I told Willie If he kissud me I'd
scream.
Patience—And what did he say?
Patrice— l h, he said lie thought I had a very
musical scream.—Yonkers Statesman.
To Cure n Cold In One l>ay.
Take I.axativk Bromo Quinine Tablets. All
druggists refund the money it it fails to cure.
E. W. Grove’s signature is on each hox. Cie.
His Tire!c4s Labors.
“What an active fellow Tugby is!”
“Yes: he’s never happy unless he's doing
something or somebody.”—New York Press.
If sarsaparilla and the other
vegetable ingredients that go
into the best are good as a
medicine, then Ayer’s Sarsa
parilla is good. If not, we are
hum bups.
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Your doctor will tell you
which, because he can have the
formula of Ayer’s Sarsaparilla
any time for the asking.
If you are tired, half sick,
half well, if one day’s work
causes six days’ sickness, get a
bottle of the old Sarsaparilla.
Get Ayer’s, and insist on Ayer’s
when you want Sarsaparilla.
J. C. Ayer Company,
Practical Chemists, Lowell, Mass,
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